I came back from a birthday celebration for my friend Renée, the action was awesome! I was even able to take a life lesson that a man who can’t dance gave me.
I’ve always held to the belief that comfort is the enemy of Men. If we aren’t pushing ourselves to live on the edge of life, then we aren’t learning or growing.
While I was watching the gyrations and awesome footwork Renée has on the dance floor I took notice of a very, very average man having a great night with every single woman he took to the dance floor with him.
I watched him look for a beautiful woman, walk over, and whisper something into her ear. It was clearly “Would you like to dance”. She would smile, and get up to dance with him. Then, just as they were about to step on the dance floor he whispered something else to her.
Something I couldn’t hear and that I didn’t understand.
All I saw was that she threw her head back wildly laughing with a huge smile on her face! It took me a minute of watching them dance before I realized what he had said to every single one of the beautiful women that he put under his spell. What he must have said to her was
“By the way, I don’t know how to dance!” Watching them dance was like watching a swan trying to dance The Bachata with a rhino!
Still, they had more fun than any other couple I had seen all night! When I say “they”, I mean this guy I’ll call Mr. Rhino, and any woman he took out to dance. Nearly every single woman tried unsuccessfully to walk him through even the most basic twist turns and dips. After two or three songs, they would walk off and talk for a minute. Eventually, he would take her phone number, then go run that same brand of awesome game on another beautiful young woman.
Mr. Rhino, I salute you!
Eventually, Renée asked for her present. She asked me to dance with her. Anyone who knows me knows that Watt don’t dance! After a long night of cajoling and coercion, I agreed. I did nearly three solid minutes on the dance floor. I did not hurt her, I did not hurt myself, and I only knocked a few people down.
Folks, for me that’s a win!
I wouldn’t have had the courage to do that if I hadn’t watched Mr. Rhino do things on the dance floor that would be classified as Spousal Abuse anywhere outside the dance club!
Something else that kept me firmly in my Discomfort Zone was the first thing I was confronted with when I walked in. Take a look at the picture of the menu.
Did you catch that?
It’s a caricature of every “Black Sambo” / “Nigger Boy” icon that was rampant in the USA during our worst and most tragic times. It’s a symbol that is used to show People Of Color (not just Black) that they are not welcomed inside.
When I see it plastered on a business that earns the lion’s share of its money on being an accessible outlet to enjoy one aspect of Black Culture it surprised me.
I had to decide between leaving immediately and staying to support an awesome friend on her special day.
HOWEVER, I’m in the process of having a letter transcribed from English to Portuguese that I am sending to the businesses management asking them to discuss the issue.
I’ll keep you posted.
If what I wrote helps, send $5 in BitCoin to this address.
It’ll buy me coffee to fuel my mind while I write!
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